Endymion: Book III (John Keats Poem)
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
I love the evenings, passionless and fair, I love the evens, Whether old manor-fronts their ray with golden fulgence leavens, ...
Like twin party favors blown out and back in they furled and unfurled and their skirts swirled from next to ...
I Like a gaunt, scraggly pine Which lifts its head above the mournful sandhills; And patiently, through dull years of ...
Thy trivial harp will never please Or fill my craving ear; Its chords should ring as blows the breeze, Free, ...
I Thy trivial harp will never please Or fill my craving ear; Its chords should ring as blows the breeze, ...
"Arcturus" is his other name -- I'd rather call him "Star." It's very mean of Science To go and interfere! ...
'Tis true, dear Ben, thy just chastising hand Hath fix'd upon the sotted age a brand To their swoll'n pride ...
The day had been a day of wind and storm;-- The wind was laid, the storm was overpast,-- And stooping ...
I would build a cloudy House For my thoughts to live in; When for earth too fancy-loose And too low ...
I THINK we are too ready with complaint In this fair world of God's. Had we no hope Indeed beyond ...
Sun on the mountain, Shade in the valley, Ripple and lightness Leaping along the world, Sun, like a gold sword ...
I In barns we crouch, and under stacks of straw, Harking the storm that rides a hurtling legion Up the ...
I O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, ...
I rode one evening with Count Maddalo Upon the bank of land which breaks the flow Of Adria towards Venice: ...
I NOW, O friend, whom noiselessly the snows Settle around, and whose small chamber grows Dusk as the sloping window ...
The buzzards wheel slowly In wide circles, in a sky Faintly hazed as from dust from the road. And a ...
Mean while the heinous and despiteful act Of Satan, done in Paradise; and how He, in the serpent, had perverted ...
Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste Brought death into the World, and ...
I. Sunrise. In my sleep I was fain of their fellowship, fain Of the live-oak, the marsh, and the main. ...
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